[Written for the Sentinel]

God is Everywhere

I stood on a lonely hilltopBeneath a wind-swept sky,And my weary thought asked doubtinglyIf God was really nigh.

In a tiny sheltered sand cup,A star-flower's lovely faceSmiled back the sweet assuranceThat God was in that place.

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